We stand on a hill top, watching the passing of time.
The world of change goes spinning pass
Vast forest of our ancestors, culled long ago,
Land naked for man to grow his food,
Or cleared to build his caves.
Soon no place left, for him to rest his soul,
Or clean the air, that’s life for him.
Upon this little hilltop,
There’s now just two of us.
Our leaves there are no more.
Below is a quote from John O’ Donohue. I was given a book many years back by this man and his writing awoke a spirit within me.
“Behind your image, below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another world waits.”
― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
When you run your finger along the edge of time, feel the sharp blade slowly cut into the fabric of your life.
At a point it starts to hurt, blood of hurt flows from the wounds within. The mind races to catch the emotions, not wanting to lose what we call ours.
Thoughts used like a band aid, shores up the flow and hurt. We apply pressure to the wound, and fight to stop the lost, in case we release our inner emotions and lose who we think we are.
I put my foot on the path, but where will it take me. I run the edge of time across my body and release all to the earth. Watch has a new person steps forth and walks the path.
There is no birth, no death. Just a cycle.
With a open heart and compassion there can be no harm to the inner me. So with the suitcase of the past left behind and no suitcase to carry into the future, I’ll walk without I.
My spirit has been taken, lost and robbed in the night.
It drifts far from my heart, a soul in the sea of dead
Life on the road is empty, with no spirit at my side..
Life passes in darkness, with a heavy heart
Has the sky cries, its tears flow,
Like the path way off the spirit
Wind steers the spirits on their way.
I pass through a barren land,
Where the air is still and dry.
Then I meet a spirit who took me by the hand
Put her arms around me and lead me from this land
To feel the tears upon my face, the path at my feet.
Sun to replace the darkness, radiate’s my heart
I know not when I’ll meet again
She who saved me then,
Sun and moon my hand caresses
Oh spirit of my dreams.
Eye of Seoirse
Two becomes one has our eyes lock
A knowing spark that things will change
A spirit growing , radiating from within.
A Friendship is born, a spiritual birth.
Now every breath we take in life, gives life to the other.
Every hurt we cause, the other bleeds.
And when far apart, keep each in mind.
Has we share the wind upon our face.
When you’re look at your friend.
Don’t look for perfection.
And if it hurts to look back or afraid to look forward,
Just look to your side, I’ll be there.
Eye of Seoirse
Doodle art, I never know where I’m going when I start these. This was done a couple of years back and ended up has a 60’s flower power theme.
good to see you man, you wanna smoke.
Eye of Seoirse.
The years pass but your always in my heart,
never a day pass, you stand beside me.
Like it’s yesterday that fatal day
Where a drunk driver took your life away.
They left our world an empty place,
tears and sadness on a families face.
Siblings without a sister
A mother and father without a daughter.
I carried hate for that driver within my heart,
Your life I would have taken without thought.
Years pass and I sat down, forgave you,
You had to live with your deed.
To this day the spirit of the sister I knew,
lives every day I live.
But dies over again
Every day my mother lives.
For my sister.
Eye of Seoirse
A Night Dream
Water passes by unseen, natures night music, plays just for us.
The moon peeps out for a look, at the two entwined in the dead of night.
The feel of your hair against my skin, the taste of your lips at each embrace
The heat of our bodies in the cool night air, has we hold each other tight.
Whispers echo in the silent night has strangers search the others mind.
We sat, kissed and cuddled all night long, Till the morning breaks with song.
The sun has come to steal our time, soon we part and must depart.
If I could pause the rising sun, this night would last forever.